Sweet Lips (Battle Of Kings Mountain)

歌詞

It was back in eighty one, that a man named Washington Put fighting hard for freedom in this land But his men were poor and ragged and against the British gun Well he didn't even dare to make a stand Old Ferguson was marching toward the Carolina hills Making brags, saying "Hang a man to every tree" But the news that he was coming raced across the mountaintop And they heard about it over in Tennessee At the shuls of old Watauga, where the sycamores grow tall They rallied around old Nolichucky Jack And they said they "We'll drive the redcoats back across the briny deep Yes, we'll lick 'em hard, we're never comin' back" There was 'chucky Jack and Campbell, Colonel Shelby and their band Mountaineers who loved their liberty Then a lovesick boy named Given with a brand-new rifle gun Named for his girl in Tennessee Sweet Lips, blows the rifle Named for a girl in Tennessee When Sweet Lips spoke, the chains about it broke She struck a mighty blow for liberty When they rode across the mountain, toward the Carolina soil The tarheels with the muskets gathered 'round To go and head off Ferguson before he got to them To hang 'em all and burn the houses down When Ferguson heard the mountainmen were camping on his trail He first began to laugh and then to scoff He said, "We'll go up on King's Mountain, and then let the rebels come" "For the powers of hell will never drive me off" But Campbell and Ben Cleveland, Colonel Shelby and their men Had knowledge of old Nolichucky Jack Well, they loaded up their rifles and they combed the mountainside Said, "we'll lick 'em hard, we're never coming back" Oh, he blew his silver whistle, and he shouted, and he cursed "Use your 'vantage to drive the rebels back!" But the redcoats never made it, for before they reached the line The mountain rifle jumped them in their tracks Sweet Lips, blows the rifle Named for a girl in Tennessee When Sweet Lips spoke, the chains about it broke She struck a mighty blow for liberty Old Ferguson was dashing up and down the battlefield And it seemed that he must lead a life of charm For the mountaineers were aiming at his gaudy checkered coat But their bullets passed him by and did no harm Then up stepped young John Given with his brand-new rifle gun "Named for his girl back home", he said Well, I wonder what Sweet Lips can do", and he when he took his aim Sweet Lips spoke, and Ferguson fell dead Cornwallis heard that Ferguson and all his men were lost And he said, "This place is just too hot for me" So he soon went onto Yorktown, where he laid his weapons down And ever since this country has been free Sweet Lips, blows the rifle Named for a girl in Tennessee When Sweet Lips spoke, the chains about it broke She sure did did her part for liberty